Trike and SOP

The past two nights a couple of tricycle drivers in the neighborhood were texting my “secret” number. This other unit is reserved for my umbaw contacts, so I guess the number was passed around to their ilk by my previous lays. Pinagpasa-pasahan nalang, to put it aptly.

This particular guy who introduced himself as Allan texted at around 2am in the morning, saying he was alone in the trike terminal and got nothing to do. So there was a booty call for a meetup and kembangan galore. I said I was too tired, nay not so in the mood for one but didn’t tell him that. He was insistent that we meet to no success, I got a shuteye while we were texting. Some other Guy, named Mac, texted the other night saying he wanted to play with my breasts till he cums.

It’s no wonder I get the same messages, booty calls from strangers at any given time. Most times I’d be content texting them without plans of a meetup. A few times, some would oblige to a phone sex—the moans, the works.